Turned 6 months old on Veteran's Day. She weighs in at 22 and a half pounds (99th percentile, surprise, surprise) and is 2 feet and 3 inches tall. Our doctor is always super positive and says some variation of "I'm writing down that you are a fantastic mother" or "Making a note: you are doing a wonderful job" at all the check ups, which is nice for the self esteem, although it seems like her good health is less related to how well I am doing, and more related to good genes and good luck. She has been a little sick recently, but still makes us happy every day. She rolls in all directions, is getting quite close to sitting up on her own (it takes a lot of strength to hold up her girth, so that is significant), and is enjoying solid foods. She had the cereals the last couple of weeks, and had her first vegetable (squash) today. She is still basically a mama's girl, although she will go to other people with much more success than the first few months of her life. She enjoys being in the stroller, the walker/play table/exersaucer (I don't know exactly what our variation of that particular baby item is called), and her high chair. She is a morning person (got that from her father) and her favorite hobby is sitting in the Bumbo on the counter while I do dishes and sing/dance with the ipod. Her favorite song is the Halo/Walking on Sunshine mash up from Glee, which I do a particularly awesome dance to.
(Sara, I have decided to start populating my blog with exclusively your photos of my kids. Park this week so you can take some of Felicity?)
The little dude (also recently weighed: is 35 pounds, if anyone is interested) literally says at least one thing per day that causes me to laugh aloud (and generally text two or three people, gushing over his wit. Sorry about that.) If you don't spend much time around 2 year olds, I recommend doing it sometime (maybe in moderation, at first...) A few recents: today I had to take him to my church class because he has been (big shocker, this one) sick, and I didn't want to infect any little people in his class (you may ask why I would take him to infect the big people, but I figured they wouldn't get his germs as easily as little people, and I couldn't miss church all together because I have a class to teach and music to lead, so taking him to my class was the only option.) Anyway, he was in class, and the lesson was on the Holy Spirit, commonly called the Holy Ghost in our religion (is that what everyone calls it? I don't know.) Every time the teacher said "Holy Ghost" he would repeat it jubilantly. A few times he added a little ghost sound to it. "HOLY GHOST! BOOOOO!" Another story: he has these square animal decorations hung up above his bed. Maybe a year or so ago, some older and wiser friend showed him how to climb up on the bed so he can take them down, which he does, occasionally. Recently, he has been holding onto them by the little tag in the back, and getting some long object (pen, pencil, glow stick from Halloween) and using them as sword and shield. At first, I thought "I did NOT teach him about swords and shields, he came up with that one on his own." After a couple of days of seeing this game, I asked him what he was doing. He said "I'm a Nephite!" We are in the part of the Book of Mormon where there are a lot of wars... So I guess we did teach him that after all! I laughed, but also was grateful that the 10 or so minutes per night where he does not appear to be listening to scripture reading at all is not as wasted as it seems. Last one: we were at Costco, and I was trying to load up the already full cart with a box of diapers for each child. A pregnant lady was asking me my opinions on some diaper issues (she seemed to see I have some diapering experience) and while I was thusly occupied, Charlie climbed out and got a bag of peanut M&Ms (why are the M&Ms right next to the diapers?) I said "we aren't getting M&Ms today," and he said "no, those are for Daddy." Also, every building that is over 1 story is a castle to him. Every man with white hair and/or a booming voice is Heavenly Father.
(Photo credit: Sara)
Knee deep in the last month of his first semester of law school. He is doing maybe 70-ish hours of school/studying per week, which by all accounts is pretty reasonable. The problem with law school is that your finals are the first feedback you ever get. So, you don't know how you're doing until you are done. Also, everything is graded on a curve, as with many schools, so he has to not only do well, but also better than 80% of the rest of the class to keep his scholarship, and to get the grades that he wants. The good news is, he is working very hard, and doing his best, so he can't really have any regrets, even if things don't go exactly as he wants them to. But, I am sure they will. Charlie is very protective of any papers he sees around the house and guards them from me and Lissy saying "those are daddy's school papers: don't touch." Weirdly, I don't think we have ever told him anything was daddy's school papers and not to touch. Usually, they are actually MY work papers, and he isn't supposed to get into them. But, it is still cute. And when Greg comes home, Charlie always says "I meeeeesed you!"
I am powering through this bizarre illness that has tried to take me out using several tactics. (First no voice, which still hasn't fully returned, then a sinus infection, including headache so bad I could barely open my eyes, then regular cold, then pink eye, now sore throat and cough.) I am working 32ish hours per week, mostly from home, but have been going into the office about once a week lately. I go to the park with the kids semi-constantly, by myself, with other mom friends, with random people I meet at Ralph's, whatever. (I really did go to the park with a person I met at Ralph's, but we had a conversation in which I invited her to go ahead of me because she only had a couple things, and then somehow we discovered our husbands are in law school together, so she isn't exactly random.)
So, there are the basic stats on the Ashcraft fam. We're not terribly newsworthy, except for our current ability to incubate any sort of illness you can imagine. The kidlets got their flu shots though, so fingers crossed, that will pass our home uninvited this year.